Tonight as she got in the tub for her bath she exclaimed, “This is my last night taking a bath as an 8 year-old!”
And after climbing into bed she said, “This is my last night going to bed as an 8 year-old.”
“Stop it. I will NOT let you turn 9, ok? I won’t.”
She looked at me with hands on hips, “Mom, you can’t stopppp me.”
Tomorrow she turns 9 and I can’t do anything about it. I now have the same amount of time left with her as I have already had.
I still remember (how could I possibly forget!) the moment I found out about her. She was a surprise but I so wanted that pregnancy test to be positive!
Tears of happiness flowed as I saw that test show positive. I’m pretty sure I twirled around a few times (maybe even shrieked) in that tiny apartment all by myself.
And now she’s turning 9 tomorrow. What in the world?
She has been such a joy! I just really can’t imagine life without her, actually. God knew I wanted a baby girl and blessed us with her little self on December 1st, 2003.
So tomorrow we CELEBRATE!
Happy Birthday to our Emma!